Phil was gone and Judy lay sleeping. From work, I began calling her around noon. There was no answer. I became concerned. My focus for months had al... about the teasing that led to what had just happened, but I had never thought about what happens next. Does it happen again? What are the rules? We had never communicated or talked about it. Is this our break up? What had I done? PART 3 of 3That “morning after” I let Judy sleep I started to call around noon to no avail. We needed to. I’m so sorry but, yes!” Maybe he was right, maybe I was a whore?“All women are whores, Charlie. If you press the right buttons, any woman will beg to be fucked and treated like a piece of ass.” He got undressed, watching me pant and beg him with my eyes. His cock was hard and just as thick as the dildo I’d sat on at dinner. But he was longer, my guess was 8 inches. It was a monster to my teenage eyes.He moved between my legs and stayed upright on his knees, pulling me toward him. He. And, it did!He said what he missed the most was loving me below and took me to the bedroom and undressed me. I spread my legs for him and he put his head between them, beginning to ravenously lick and suck me. He rolled me over, saying it would be more pleasurable for me to be on top. He wanted to give me a memorable welcome home.My clitoris was between his lips, his tongue swirling around and around, darting in and out of my fanny, then back on my clitoris. The sensations were exquisitely. Clean bottom, clean mind and all that. So I guess I'm just going to have to do my best to summarise it for you. Pesky Nuisance, the letter writer, works in an all-female office. No, I didn't know they existed either so I'm guessing they're all lingerie models or secretaries or something. Pesky has a thing for the boss whom she endlessly describes as a golden haloed goddess. Each and every day Pesky brings the goddess a perfect apple which she slices up, buries in the altar of the goddesses.